and slow traffic.
nearly zero visibility
as the weatherman says
and yet I have so much clarity
and presence is still abundant.
A yellow sun is just born
on the blue sky
of my chest!
Who said rain is not
another form of elegance?
a slow traffic is
life saying to you
slow down my friend and look me in the waters
of my eyes
so that you can see yourself clearly.
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